Disclaimer: I do not own Game of Thrones, the rights belong to both HBO and George R.R. Martin. I only own Cassia, she is my only creation!

just a little note, when bold and italic are together, then Valyrian is being spoken by Rhaegar and other Targaryens.

Simple bold is when Cassia is speaking it.

A/N: the song that Cassia sings belongs to Celtic Woman.

"Get the retched beast in there with the Dragon bitch!" One of the guards exclaimed from outside the door of Cassia's cell, causing her to look up when the door opened.

A bleeding guard had her Direwolf, Spirit by her collar and shoved her in before slamming the door shut. Like her Mistress when she was put in the cell, she turned and barking at the door with a murderous look in her crimson eyes.

Turning around to see her smiling mistress in the corner, Spirit trotted over to her and laid down with her head in Cassia's lap to where she could watch the door. Relaxing under her gentle pet on top of her head.

"I wish you were there to see how brave I was, Spirit. You should have seen the Queen when I announced my true bloodline, looking like she was about to spit nails." She mused, proud of herself.

"Indeed, she was." A familiar voice echoed from the door, catching her attention as she stood up and rushed over to stand by the bars. It was Lord Baelish.

"Lord Baelish, why are you here?" Cassia asked, looking from side to side outside her cell to see if there were any guards close by. There were none.

"I came to congratulate you on accepting your blood and staking your claim on the throne. Princess." Lord Baelish smirked at her, bowing down to prove his point. To respect the fact that she was Royalty.

"I needed that push to come out of the shadows, I believe. I thank you." She curtsied to show her gratitude when a thought came across her mind. She needed to write a letter to Robb, if the Queen was really going to send her to the camp at the border where Jaime is stationed at.

"My Lord, could you supply me with paper, a quill and ink? I need to write a letter." Cassia asked one of the influences towards her being truthful to her blood. Seeing a smirk again, he only bowed his head this time.

"I shall be back before the sun sets." And then he was gone. She was about to go back to her corner in the cell beside Spirit when she heard another voice.

"You shouldn't trust him, Cassia." This time, a deep voice with a Northern accent.

Turning back to the bars and straining her eyes, they widened when she saw it was Uncle Ned in the cell not far from her own.

"Why do you say that, Uncle?" She inquired, brushing a silver lock behind her ear making a mental note to braid it a little later.

Lord Stark smiled at being called Uncle by his niece but, it faded when he remembered the subject of conversation they were having.

"Lord Baelish is the one who betrayed me, saying that I was a traitor to the King." That made sense. He was far too sneaky for her tastes, too quiet.

"He is cunning and quiet. I shall be careful, Uncle Ned." Cassia understood and seeing him nod his head, she moved away from the bars.

It was silent in the dungeons all expect for the Dragonwolf's soft voice singing for a while. Spirit was relaxing but kept her eyes on the door, ever protecting her Mistress.

"I hear your voice on the Wind.

And I hear you call out my name.

'Listen, my child' you say to me,

'I am the voice of your history.

Be not afraid, come follow me,

Answer my call and I'll set you free'

I am the voice in the wind

And the pouring rain,

I am the voice of your hunger and pain.

I am the voice that always is calling you,

I am the Voice, I will remain."

"You have your Father's talent with music." Being pulled from her musical bliss, gray and lilac eyes turned to the barred door to see green eyes and blonde hair in a gold dress. It was Cersei.

Spirit began to growl when she saw the Queen but stopped when Cassia stroked her fur as she stood up and walked to the bars. The Queen was smirking with an amused look in her eyes, looking at the wolf.

"Such a beautiful beast, I cannot wait to have its pelt in my bed to warm Jaime and myself at night." Cersei mused causing the Princess of Love and Beauty to laugh softly. She was trying to get under her skin when already, she was under hers.

"You won't need a pelt to warm you where you will soon be going, my Queen. You will be begging for a freezing winter to cool you down from the flames." And just as quickly as Cassia spoke those words, she felt the Queen's hand on her throat.

Lilac and Grey eyes locked with Cersei's green eyes, she pulled her by her neck to be closer to the bars.

"What I should have my Brother do to assure that you are dead would be to ship me the eyes that bewitched him so and the tongue along with them." The Queen hissed with a sick smirk that reminded the Dragonwolf of Joffery. Letting out a laugh, she sighed.

"Do you really think that Jaime will continue to listen and do as you say? When we both know who he loves the most. Ughh." Cassia moaned in pain from the grip on her throat tightening before being released. She had closed her eyes as she took in a few deep breaths and then looked up at Cersei to see heartache and anger.

"Lust is all he has for you, Targaryen. He and I shared the womb, our bond is much deeper then this infatuation. Once he fucks you, he will slit your throat and let you bleed, soaking the bed." Cersei continued to imagine her dead before her, causing Cassia to shake her head.

"You may have kept his bed warm and gave him children, Cersei but, apparently there is just something about me that catches his attention that you don't have." Anger sparked in the eyes of the two women until the blonde laughed it away.

"No matter, you leave for the border tomorrow and the sooner you leave, the sooner I will have your eyes and tongue in my hands." The Queen stated, turning away from the bars and walking away. With a smirk of her own, Cassia continued to sing the song from before. Only from a different part.

"I am the Voice of the Past

That will always be.

Filled with my Sorrows

And Blood in my fields.

I am the Voice of the Future,

Bring me your Peace..

Bring me your Peace,

And my Wounds

They will Heal!"

Two hours later - almost Sunset

Cassia was growing impatient with Lord Baelish or Littlefinger as her Uncle Ned had told her, sitting in her corner watching the sun set through the little barred window in her cell. Hearing footsteps come closer to her cell door, mismatched gray and lilac eyes looked towards the door to see the man himself. With paper, quill and an ink well.

"I hope I did not keep you waiting, Princess." He said as she stood up and made her way to the barred door.

"I was beginning to think the worst, my Lord. You have my thanks." Cassia thanked him, taking what she asked of him to retrieve for her to where there was light so she could write.

"If I may ask, how are you going to send this letter?" She knew the reason why he asked. So, he could stop it from reaching Robb.

Letting a smile curve her lips that looked similar to her Mother's, she turned back to Littlefinger.

"Curiosity killed the Cat, my Lord. Satisfactory brought it back but, it was Dragonfire that turned the cat to ash." The reaction on Lord Baelish's face let her know that he got what she meant. Laughing softly, he only nodded his head.

"I hope your journey to the border is safe, Princess Cassia." She bowed her head as well before he had left.

Quickly making due with the light she had left, Cassia opened the ink well and laid out her paper to write her Cousin. Her plan on how she would get the letter to him was to put the letter in Spirit's collar and have her run off when they reached the Lannister camp.

Dearest Robb,

I am writing this letter to you to let you know that your Father, Lord Stark has been arrested with treason and being a traitor to the King. These charges are completely false. Before this had happened, he made me promise to keep an eye on Sansa and Arya. Well, I kept an eye on Sansa but I could not find Arya anywhere in the Palace when they arrested Uncle Ned. I am writing this from my own prison cell because I had revealed my true identity to the court, the Queen and the brat King Joffery. Yes, King Robert has died. Attacked by a wild boar during a hunting trip. Before he passed, he canceled the constant threat on my Father's family as well as myself.

But, having revealed who I was in front of the court, Cersei decided to send me to the Lannister camps at the border. Saying that her Brother would know what to do with me. Robb, Cersei wants Jaime Lannister to kill me. Pray that you will find me or that the Old Gods will bring me to you.

Sincerely,

Cassia Lyanna Visenya Targaryen

p.s. Please keep Spirit safe until I see you..

After rolling the letter and tying it with a ribbon from her dress, she tucked it under Spirit's collar before the Mistress and her wolf were engulfed by the darkness of night.

Standing by the window, looking through the bars. The Dragonwolf's eyes stared up at the full moon, praying that she would not die at the Lannister camp by Jaime's hand. That his feelings for her were not just lust. That what he felt for her would keep her alive so she could bring glory back to the Targaryen family by reclaiming the Throne with her Aunt Daenerys.

I'm back again!

Sorry if this chapter seemed a little fast but, I want to share the parts at the Lannister camp with you! Because one of you that left a review may have guessed something that will happen while Cassia is there.. *sneaky smile*

Until the next chapter!